Looking Glass

“Looking Glass”

If she was to wait, will they see her?

Hours go by as if time has stopped.

It wasn’t them she was waiting on.

She was lost between two souls awaiting her path.

She looks, and says…is this me?

She waits thinking why is my past staring at me?

It’s staring at her, trying to tell her something.

What though? Did I take a wrong turn again?

She waits…..and lets a sigh out.

Saying why can’t my past quit haunting me?

She takes a closer look at herself.

Replying with maybe just maybe, it’s not me I am waiting on.

Maybe I’m just waiting to be understood.